straight white men
I just don't know why
I keep fucking you
and getting high
it's not like I
enjoy the feeling
but I try to forget that
when I'm staring at the ceiling

straight white men
with your coke and your booze
and the power to get
whatever you choose
the novelty wore off
a long time ago
so I guess I'm just sticking around
for the blow

and afterwards
I lie upon your chest
thinking about the curve of a breast
thinking about a pair of black hips
as I press my mouth
to your parched white lips

straight white men
I just don't know why
I keep fucking you
and getting high
it's not like I
enjoy the feeling
but I try to forget that
when I'm staring at the ceiling

in the morning
I'll put on my clothes
and I'll go to the bathroom
to wipe a bloody nose
and I'll step outside
for a lonely smoke
and contemplate
this sorry-ass joke

thinking straight white men
I just don't know why
I keep fucking you
and getting high
it's not like I
enjoy the feeling
but I try to forget that
when I'm staring at the ceiling